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🎵"Tears stream down your face,
as you lose something you cannot replace."🎵
—Coldplay

Just like the light of day will always return,
so will the shadows of shadows we chase,
never knowing shadows come from us.
Some things never return.
Some things never leave.

I heard when a child loses their blanket
an angel loses its wings, never grows back.

Memories, distant
in the grapefruit colored sunset,
come close and closer until they take me.
they bring me back
to one night with a girl and her blanket.
Do not let the night end,
lest the break of day break my soul.
Let tomorrow just be a word;
let words be meaningless.

So many nights...
oh, so many nights,
too many nights—
to shred the inside of my chest to silken ribbons—
that I wanted to last forever,
whatever forever is, still there when
I wake up, maybe?
the outstretched hands of
the unknown flies with gossamer wings
lighting fires that do not burn,
but blaze beyond our hopes and dreams at night.
All I have ever known about night was the light,
and the feeling like falling into a sky that looks like it has been waiting for me.
But not this night,

🎵"When the daylight comes I'll
have to go, but tonight I want to
hold you so close"🎵—Maroon 5

More than words to be left unsaid
for something that always smiled at me,
that kept me warm all those years—was that
really not worth fighting for?
I did not say anything because I feared my words
would have no affect,
and trying, but failing felt
unbearable,
like I would lose you...twice...
I was so sad
and I did not want to be sadder...so I just went on
as if goodbye was a fatalistic fall from grace, without a parachute, I would have to take,
as if goodbye was the light at the end of the tunnel I did not want to see.
I only knew how to spill over with emotions—
but be really still; let no one hear you...
I only knew how much I love you.
I never won any fight—even the one time I did, did I really?—
Regardless, you're supposed to fight for what you love
if you do not, you have lost already.
I will win someday.
So much more than words;
something with the strength to move mountains,
and then put them back.
Lost alone at sea on a listless
night so cold, you see your own breath
as you ask "hope, where art thy guiding light?"
now forced to find happiness without a warm...

When a child losses their blanket, no angel
wants their wings back.

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🎵"Tears stream down your face,
as you lose something you cannot replace."🎵
—Coldplay

Just like the light of day will always return,
so will the shadows of shadows we chase,
never knowing shadows come from us.
Some things never return.
Some things never leave.

I heard when a child loses their blanket
an angel loses its wings, never grows back.

Memories, distant
in the grapefruit colored sunset,
come close and closer until they take me.
they bring me back
to one night with a girl and her blanket.
Do not let the night end,
lest the break of day break my soul.
Let tomorrow just be a word;
let words be meaningless.

So many nights...
oh, so many nights,
too many nights—
to shred the inside of my chest to silken ribbons—
that I wanted to last forever,
whatever forever is, still there when
I wake up, maybe?
the outstretched hands of
the unknown flies with gossamer wings
lighting fires that do not burn,
but blaze beyond our hopes and dreams at night.
All I have ever known about night was the light,
and the feeling like falling into a sky that looks like it has been waiting for me.
But not this night,

🎵"When the daylight comes I'll
have to go, but tonight I want to
hold you so close"🎵—Maroon 5

More than words to be left unsaid
for something that always smiled at me,
that kept me warm all those years—was that
really not worth fighting for?
I did not say anything because I feared my words
would have no affect,
and trying, but failing felt
unbearable,
like I would lose you...twice...
I was so sad
and I did not want to be sadder...so I just went on
as if goodbye was a fatalistic fall from grace, without a parachute, I would have to take,
as if goodbye was the light at the end of the tunnel I did not want to see.
I only knew how to spill over with emotions—
but be really still; let no one hear you...
I only knew how much I love you.
I never won any fight—even the one time I did, did I really?—
Regardless, you're supposed to fight for what you love
if you do not, you have lost already.
I will win someday.
So much more than words;
something with the strength to move mountains,
and then put them back.
Lost alone at sea on a listless
night so cold, you see your own breath
as you ask "hope, where art thy guiding light?"
now forced to find happiness without a warm...

When a child losses their blanket, no angel
wants their wings back.